What little is known about his own struggle was gleaned from him over many years, a few words at a time. Jack and some of his comrades were sent to an...island, a beautiful sun kissed island in a tideless sea, where according to legend two men had once flown on wings made of feathers and wax, and where a monster with the head of a bull roared and slaughtered innocents in a labyrinth until a hero slew it. The job of Jack and his friends was to help to defend this island. There was an airfield. You will make an honest living, and be as free as able in your situation. Or you can serve me directly, obeying my every order, giving me all your time and energy and everything else I desire, including yourself. It’s your decision.’ The Admiral let these words sink into Evelyn as he sat himself on the edge of his desk, never breaking eye contact with the girl. Evelyn looked into the hazel eyes of the Admiral, and while she saw the kindness that he had offered her, she also saw the harshness. The patter never stops… his body displays what he wants it too, calm, acceptance, peace… She circles and comes back around, listening. She stamps and whinnies, throws her head around eyes rolling. Planting her feet, facing him, pawing the ground. She was warning him. Threatening him. Telling him to run away or she would hurt him. He never changes and the patter never ends. He watches as her sides heave, she moves sideways, indecisive, sidling around behind him. He knows the danger here but. It was only minutes later that I realized my bag was stolen! It was probably the bastard who bumped in me.There wasn't much in the bag, another tampon, a pad, and some change (my father never gave me much money, at most for 3 drinks). I was angry but I had no other choice than going home. The girls wanted to stay so I decided to go alone. My home was not that far anyway, around an hour of walking through a dense traffic area so there was no danger for a young girl like me.The wind came suddenly.